Of course I'm grateful for the brilliant people I did get to see but some of those names really stick in my craw, especially the ones that wouldn't have ever have even known J if it wasn't for me. CRUSH ME BENEATH YOUR FEET, PEOPLE. I take comfort in the fact that like dog poo I will stick to your shoes.
Also I'm feeling less down than I have been over the last week but it's really easy for me to get in the headspace that Seattle made for me, that I am worthless (i.e. look at proof of people not wanting to be friends with me) but I'm trying to distract myself with Mary Poppins and red wine.